The Alpha's Omega Mate-Chapter 57: A narrow escape.

~Dahlia’s POV~

And maybe I wasn’t asked but I got in trouble afterwards.

The next morning, I woke up feeling so sore and so tired, one would think I had just been run through by a freight train. And come to think of it, I had— if you consider the possibility of the Alpha being the freight train.

I bit down on my lips, to silence my groans of pain as I struggled out of the Alpha’s plush bed, and after painstakingly throwing on my clothes, I slipped out of his room, out of the main house altogether and stealthily made my way to the slaves’ quarters.

I had expected my morning to be quiet, alone... a breath of fresh air from the chaotic day I had previously, but the goddess apparently doesn’t feel that way because as soon as I stepped into my room, I was suddenly acutely aware of a different presence in the space.

My body instantly went rigid with panic and the hairs on my body stood on end as I forced my Omega nose to sniff who it was. To find out what it was that was stalking me; But I found nothing.

I couldn’t smell a thing!

And with a trembling voice, I called out; "Who’s there?!" But no response came. I was met with silence. A deafening silence that made my heart pound erratically in my ears.

Despite the eerily quiet place and the seemingly undisturbed room, I knew that I was being watched. I knew that I was not alone, and I knew that it was not the Alpha this time, because I’d just left him sleeping in his bed only a couple of minutes ago.

My wandering eyes darted around the room and I froze when I found the guard from yesterday— the one I’d walked in on with Madame Berlin— standing behind my door, his expression dark. He didn’t move, he didn’t even look at me despite realizing that I’d found him.

He simply smiled darkly, the smile sending a chill down my spine.

However, something about him felt strange... different. Eerie. He didn’t seem like the shy bodyguard who had cowered behind Madame Berlin yesterday with a blush staining his cheeks. He didn’t look like the one who had found it difficult to look into my eyes in fear; This one looked scary, dark... He looked like he was here on a mission and from the look of the glistening dagger he twirled absentmindedly in his fingers, I instantly knew what the mission was: to kill me.

Or to torture me. Or both.

But I wasn’t one of those dumb girls you found in fictitious stories. I wasn’t one of those pretty fake blonde girlies in movies who would wait patiently for death to come at them.

I didn’t wait for this boy to come at me as I screamed as loud as I could. And I didn’t just scream, I ran out of the room too!

My heart beat frantically in my chest as I made a run for the fields, for the main house... or just anywhere crowded enough to make it impossible for this boy to succeed at whatever he has planned; And as I ran, I heard the stomping of his large boots against the floor, just as he ran after me.

I didn’t stop to think—I couldn’t. My bare feet slapped against the cold marble floor, leaving smudges of mud and blood, from where I had stubbed my toe— I didn’t even realize that I had stubbed my toe earlier due to panic. My lungs burned like they’d swallowed fire, each gasp scraping my throat raw and leaving me more burnt out than the previous second.

The grand hallway, usually filled with chatter and light, surprisingly now echoed with the pounding of boots behind me. His boots.

Where was everyone? Why is the entire house quiet?

Hell, why’s this guard trying to kill me?

I was an Omega. Fragile, disposable, unarmed. And he was bred to kill. But despite all of these, what had I done to warrant his wrath besides catching him going at ’it’ with Madame Berlin yesterday? What was there to be so mad about?

Or was this one of Ms Jennifer’s ploys?

Was she trying to kill me now?

I was snapped out of these worrying thoughts when my shoulder clipped a gilded vase. The exquisite object shattered against the tiled floor with a loud noise, porcelain slicing a red kiss across my arm; but besides the blood now trickling down my arm causing a sticky goo down there, I didn’t feel it.

I only heard as the heavy grunt behind me grew closer... too close and I could only feel as my breath came in short gasps, forcing me to breathe through my mouth. My vision tunneled. My heart was like an animal in a trap, thrashing against my ribs.

I burst out of the house through the back door and winced when sunlight slashed across my face like a blade. The manicured lawn stretched out in taunting serenity, but I didn’t make it far as my leg suddenly twisted in a forgotten sprinkler head, and I fell forward—landing hard on my hands, causing my knees to scrape open against gravel and glassy blades of grass.

"Fuck!" I cried out, as the pain shot up my arms and legs but before I could get back on my feet and probably continue to run, a shadow eclipsed me.

A sharp tug on my hair yanked my head back and I screamed—not in pain, but fury.

Futile, stupid rage.

"Let go, you imbecile!" I growled but he didn’t flinch. He didn’t even give an indication that he’d heard me.

I cried out in agony when his gloved hand slammed into my back and I hit the mud face-first, the weight of him driving the air from my lungs. The world flickered—just stars and silence and the bitter taste of dirt filled my senses. I momentarily went numb.

Between the haze of pain and panic surging through my veins, I blinked. No one was coming.

There was no help coming from anywhere!

"You bitch!" His rasp voice growled from behind me but I was too stunned from pain to respond. Too weak to fight against him.

Another harsh blow to the back of my head sent every thought flying out of my head, and at that moment, all I knew was pain. A sizzling red pain that blinded my vision. One that made me gasp as I could no longer bring myself to scream or make any sound anymore.

"Die, you wench!" He spat—literally, causing a spittle to fall over my face and arms. "Filty whore!"

I was stunned, but more than that, I was in intense pain. Tears slipped out of my eyes as I vaguely saw him lift his hands one more time, to strike me. To end me... and I squeezed my eyes shut to welcome the final hit while my mind wandered over to Amara.

But it never came.

I waited for a minute; and then two. But nothing happened.

And then tentatively, I peeled my eyes open slowly just as I felt the overpowering sense of something taking hold of me. I felt different... possessed even. And it felt as though something was trying to squeeze the life out of me... until it stopped. I let out a rushed exhale.

My eyes darted to the bodyguard, expecting to see him snickering down at me, or perhaps walking away as he no longer deemed me worthy of death, but to my utter surprise, he was no longer there.

In his place stood a gray-colored statue with black veiny lines lining every inch of its length. Its eyes were bloodshot and leaking with bloody tears... and the same were his mouth and ears.

I froze.

"Nyx’Zariel?"

My panic knew no bounds as I glanced around the field, expecting to see someone... anyone else. But there was nothing.

Nyx’Zariel was here! She’d struck down the guard and left me unscathed?!

My heart thundered as I took in one last glance at the now-dead guard, and in the fastest sprint I’ve ever run, I dashed into the house; screaming and sobbing uncontrollably as I did.

Goddess!